I was listening to a song about soldiers being away at Christmas time and I was inspired to write this about Santana and Brittany. It shouldn't be too long, this story. At most, 8-10 chapters. I really just wanted to acknowledge the kids out there who are without a family member this Christmas due to war. I hope this is okay. Enjoy.
Dear Brittany,
I can't express how much I miss you. Every time I think of your beautiful face, my heart breaks and it makes me want to die. I know that this is even more difficult than before because it's Christmas and Christmas is family time and that is everything I need right now.
It's hot here. It's so hot that I soak my clothes right through. I wish I was in New York, back home, with you curled up close to me in front of the fire, as it snows peacefully outside, Tee and Will arguing over the telly and little Ellie bouncing around us, showing off her perfect little dance moves you so patiently teach her.
Brittany, I am so sorry I can't be with you this year. I hate it so much and it hurts more than anything because I know you hate it more. It's horrible for you because you haven't got someone to come home to and I wish more than anything that I could be there, at the end of the day, to envelope you in the biggest hug I could possibly ever give you.
I can hear you say 'I love you' like it was yesterday. Every time I remember, it makes my heart swell with pride that you are mine and I am yours. I hear you say it in my head and I pull out the picture of you and I kissing under the mistletoe Will brilliantly put up for us a couple of years ago. You look so perfect and so beautiful in that picture, B. Always so beautiful.
I'm sat here with Lolly, listening to the sound of the other kids around me writing letters home. Well, Lolly's more curled up in a ball on my lap, acting as my table. She's panting, it's so hot. I really wish you could meet her, B. She's just like you. All happy and like sunshine.
I can just imagine you sitting in front of the fire right now, reading this letter, trying your hardest not to cry. And I'm sorry if it does because I really want you to be happy, B. It's the most important thing to me. I bet Will is in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. Maybe the smell of roasting pumpkin seeds is wafting through the apartment right now? I can just about smell it if I try hard enough. Opposite you, I imagine little Pervy to be sleeping soundly beside the fire, purring every time my gorgeous baby girl, Ellie creeps up to stroke him. I can see her crawling back to you, all dressed in her fairy princess pyjamas and hugging you so tightly because she doesn't want you to disappear like I have. And I just know that my beautiful Tee is sat upstairs on her laptop, listening to her music whilst editing all the photos she's taken that day. I can just hear myself yelling for her at the bottom of the stairs.
Tell them I love them, B. Please. Sometimes Will texts or emails me but I need them to really know this year. They deserve so much more than this. They deserve a Mama whose going to always be there for them. Because I can't right now however much I want to be.
So, here comes the goodbye. I hate this part more than anything. I promise I will call as soon as I can tomorrow morning. I need to hear all your voices! 1 month to go. That's all. I know we haven't seen each other in 7 months but know that you are my everything. I will always, always come home to you. I promise you that.
Sending all my love to everyone, B.
Merry Christmas.
I love you and I'll be seeing you.
Santana
I'd really like to know if any of you would like me to carry this story on? I'd really love to but I hope it gets a good reaction first. Lots more to happen and lots more to reveal. Please take the time to review and I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you. Poppy x
